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I tug Kai along with me as we exit the landing vessel and head back to the base.
“Come on, hubby-boo, let’s teleport back to downtown headquarters so we can get you checked out.” I gulp, realizing I need to bring him up to speed. “Uh… we also need to check on Wilder.”
I quickly bring Kai up to speed on what he missed while in Adeline and Darth Layne-der’s clutches.
“Dear galactic gods,” he whispers. “Wilder can’t die… he just can’t.”
I know how much Wilder’s betrayal has hurt Kai and the rest of the team. However, I can also see how much they all still love him deeply—especially Zamir, based on what I witnessed earlier.
Although I don’t really know Wilder, for the sake of my love and my friends, I pray to the Time Lords of the universe that he pulls through.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Spill the TEA: Trustworthy Earthling Advice
Issue 14
Today we’re shifting gears to talk about the furry companions in our lives—namely, our domesticated pets. The practice of having animal companions seems to be one shared by many species across the universe. While the animals may vary, our love for them—and theirs for us—unites us all!
And now for today’s inquiry… pet psychics? Oh my!
Dear Dr. TEA,
I have only recently discovered that human beings cannot telepathically communicate with their pets. Imagine my surprise when I tried to discuss this phenomenon with my neighbor. Her cat, Gus, wanders over to my home every day to complain about the fact that his owner, Estelle, no longer buys him the tasty treats he prefers. When I tried to explainthis to her at first, she was irritated and then treated me like I was mentally unwell. I believe the word she used was “psycho.”
However, she came and apologized several days later after trying my advice and buying Gus his crunchy treats. Now he’s a content and happy feline who isn’t waking her up in the wee hours of the morning to express his displeasure. Harmony in their home has been restored. She even called me a “cat whisperer,” whatever that means.
Now word has gotten around the neighborhood and residents are coming by on a regular basis to figure out what their pets are trying to communicate with them. What should I do? How do I let them know what their pets are trying to say without revealing that I can actually hear them? I’m rather overwhelmed.
Best,
Psychic but not Psycho
Dear Psychic but not Psycho,
Wow! Talk about a super cool ability. Being able to telepathically communicate with animals must be really awesome. You have a real gift, my friend.
That said, don’t give your talents away for free! Your labor deserves fair compensation in our capitalist society. If you would be interested, it sounds to me like you have a real opportunity to go into business for yourself by making use of your unique talents. Believe me when I say, people will pay you to help them better understand their beloved furry friends. Heck, you might become a celebrity overnight. Pet Communicator to the Stars! Or you could even go amore traditional route and work in veterinary medicine. The possibilities are endless.
I guess now what you need to do is step back and think about what you want going forward. Do you feel called to help humans better understand their furry friends? Or is this something you prefer to keep private? Whatever you decide, remember that it is perfectly healthy and acceptable to establish boundaries with others. Don’t let anyone pressure you to do something you don’t want.
But seriously, your gift is super cool and one that most humans would be envious of. Think long and hard about what you want to do and feel free to message me again if you have related questions or concerns.
Good luck!
Yours in pop divas and panache,
Dr. TEA
River
Teleportingtwice in one day isnotmy idea of a good time. I have to admit, the more I do it, the more I think Bones McCoy onStar Trekwas right. These gadgets are a crazy way to travel!
First time around, I had so much adrenaline pumping that I don’t think my body had time to catch up with the nauseating effects of the teleporter, but the return trip is more than making up for it.
I clutch Kai’s arm as I dry heave for a moment. He strokes my back lovingly and I wrap my arms around his waist and clutch him to me like I never plan to let him go.
That’s when the full magnitude of what we just went through starts to hit me all at once. Honestly? I kind of lose my shit, but I think that’s totally fair given all that I’ve been through tonight.
